Page 35 of A Private Affair
She turned and walked slowly out of that room, still trying to figure out what was happening. Without any clear answers Riley started up the stairs.
When you come in, close and lock the door and then wait for me.
What the hell was this? And who did Chaz think she was? Riley did not do games and she definitely did not do sex games. She should leave right now and let him play at whatever this was by himself. But she didn’t. She walked up to the painted door and touched the bronze handle. Her hand stayed on the handle a few seconds longer than necessary as she stepped into the dimly lit room. The floor was carpeted, walls a rich mahogany filled with bookshelves and large gold-framed paintings. There were also a lot of chairs in this room. One in front of each of the three windows, a couch centered beneath a painting, two side chairs and two cherry-oak wood stools with brass legs. Across from all the chairs was an ornate bar, fully stocked.
Riley’s heart beat faster, her breasts feeling a bit full from what she’d seen downstairs and her mind curious enough to have her closing the door and locking it.
“Now what?” She spoke into the room because she presumed that Chaz was here somewhere, but then she recalled his last text said for her to wait for him.
Take off your clothes.
That was the next message and Riley was already shaking her head.
“Not on your life, Chaz. If this is your idea of a date, it’s no wonder you’re still single.”
There’s nobody in this room but you and me. Take off your clothes.
Riley was about to typeno. She was going to answer him and run down those stairs, find her coat and go home. Alone. To do what she did every night—work until she fell asleep and then get up in the morning and work some more. She held the phone in her palm and looked around. There were only two other doors in addition to the one she’d just come through. One was probably a bathroom and the other a closet, maybe.
It’s just you and me?
She typed the reply, not totally sure where her mind was going.
Yes. I want you naked.
Riley read his words and her pussy throbbed.
She stood in that spot, hearing her heart pound like a drumbeat throughout the room. Chaz wanted her to do the things these other people in this house were doing. He hadn’t asked her, they’d never discussed anything like sex parties or exhibitionism. She should feel offended that he would make this type of assumption about her. But she wasn’t.
Riley was definitely aroused. She could picture herself sucking Chaz’s dick just like that woman downstairs was doing. She’d done it before when they were in Milan and she wanted to do it again. Besides, there was no exhibitionism in this room, alone with him. Chaz obviously wanted to watch her get naked knowing there was a houseful of people. The thought had her pussy jumping again and her breath skipping as she contemplated what to do next.
I want YOU naked.
The response came to her mind quickly and she typed it before she could rethink it. Feeling emboldened she typed a quick follow-up.
Take off your clothes and come to me.
The room was silent and she moved to the coffee table to set her purse down. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms and wondered if he were just going to leave. The door across the room opened and Riley got her answer.
Chaz stepped through the door and he was gloriously naked. Riley had seen him that way before but this was different. It was on her command.
“What are you going to do with me now that I’m here?”
There was no hint of play in his tone or the way he was staring at her. There was only hunger and need, both so thick the room felt instantly full.
“You’re not close enough,” she said and watched him walk closer.
Every part of him was toned or muscled—his biceps, calves, abs, ass. She couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect male body. Her fingers ached to touch him as he stopped just a few inches in front of her, but she refrained. Instead Riley walked around him, looking him up and down from head to toe.
“There’s a scar here.” She didn’t touch that part of his lower back that snaked around his waist jaggedly. This one was longer than the scar beneath his pectoral. She’d felt and seen both before, but had never asked.
“Motorcycle accident when I was twenty.”
She was in front of him again, noting that out-of-context question had done nothing to still the desire threatening to burn through her clothes.
“You didn’t answer my question. What are you going to do with me, Riley?”
She only took a second to think before bending her knees and going to the floor. His dick was in her hand one moment, in her mouth the next. He was thick and heavy as her fingers stroked the inches her mouth did not cover. She loved the warm feel of him resting flat on her tongue. On a soft moan she sucked him in, holding him inside her warm mouth until she heard the wisp of breath come from between his lips.
